Magic Dress - Jady Pt. 02

SECOND YEAR

University was a new year with new subjects and timetables. I was back again, Jeremy or Jerry, a mediocre boy student. But in my heart, I was a girl. I wanted to go around in a dress and makeup and giggle and chat in a group of girls. And maybe flirt with boys, but I wasn't sure of that just yet. Most of all I wanted to be with my best friend Sandra who had shown me a glimpse of what it was to be a girl, but she was far away, so I tried to get on with work and not think about it.

I wore my pretty panties most of the time, washing and drying them with the sink in my room (to be hidden away for the weekly cleaner's visit.) I wore the bra when I was brave enough, but I was looking forward to something else.

The university had a sort of half-term before Christmas, probably to allow the academics a break, which was called Reading Week in my university and Study Week in Sandra's. It was supposed to be a time when students consolidated their studies and started preparing for the January exams, but tended to be used as a break, and a lot of students went home.

I packed a bag and got on the coach to Sandra's university. Granny had delivered my clothes to her. She had a shared set of rooms and her room-mate had gone away, and given permission for me to stay over. When I got there, we hugged and kissed, and I was sent straight away to the shower. There was a nice feminine body spray and some body lotion which was just for me. I had shaved my legs last night, so appreciated putting lotion on them.

Sitting in my bra and panties, Sandra did my hair, and put on make-up. Then came the lovely green dress!

But also a stiff cock.

I had tried to toss myself off that morning, but it wasn't interested. I had been quite pleased. Since I had become Jady (at least inside) erections had become quite rare. I thought I might lose them altogether if I could only manage to be a girl full-time.

I was apologetic and angry with myself, but Sandra shushed me.

"It's not your fault, it's just your body. Mine bleeds every month. It's annoying and inconvenient but I don't let it stop me, I just deal with it and forget about it. We can do the same for you. Come on, point yourself at the shower, and we'll get it over with."

As she wanked me, she remarked "Actually, I've been rather looking forward to this. I like giving handjobs - a lot of girls do. Now it would be best for me if you could try to enjoy it, instead of being sullen. Go on, just for me!"

I could not help it. It was a delicious feeling as her hand moved expertly up and down, and there was no doubt that it felt so good to have the spunk pulsing right through me.

"Good girl!" she said, as I shot vigorously.

"Well done, Jady!" Somehow that made it just right.

I couldn't help it. I kissed her.

"Thank you," was all I could say.

"You're welcome," was the reply, with a big smile.

She cleaned me up and gave me some new knickers I had not seen before. A gift from her.

The arrangement in the women's hall of residence was two study bedrooms similar to mine at my university's men's, except that every pair shared a bathroom with shower and toilet (whereas we had to go out into the corridor for fewer of them) and joint storage area. Girls often left the door from their room to the joint area unlocked, trusting their room-mate. Thus I had access to the bedroom of a girl who had gone home, with her permission. In it was a portable clothes rack, with various things on it.

"These are all borrowed for you to try and wear if you want," Sandra explained. "We had a sort of collection and got things we thought were in about your size." I was really touched.

We chatted for a while about our courses and odd and ends, until she said "Right, let's go to the kitchen."

In the kitchen were six girls and some foods.

"Hi, girls!" said Sandra. "This is my special friend Jady," and she introduced them.

It was the start of a wonderful week. I was living and being treated as a girl all the time. The only annoyance was the erections which still kept coming. Thankfully Sandra was glad to dispose of them, and I could enjoy my femininity for the rest of the day.

Mainly it was just hanging out. Sometimes with all of them, sometimes with a couple. Sandra actually was spending time on reading, and I was annoyed at myself for not bringing something. The others were as well, but had some sort of shift system for me.

I got to try on tops and skirts and shorts and slacks as well as a few dresses, and to walk around in them. Just in the open on the campus and in the refectory and student union. Just like anyone else!

The most important fact of that wonderful week was one thing: it was fun! As one of the girls, I had totally different fun from what boys did, and in which I had never joined before. The clothes, the makeup, the jokes, the passions, were another way of enjoying the world, and one which I felt at home in, whatever my biology.

Just describing what we did says nothing. It was the way of living and being with others. I tried on all the clothes of course, and there were endless discussions. My hair was arranged in different ways, including plaits and braids, and they each made me up how they thought might be good. But just walking around with them or having casual conversations was like living in a warm glow. I must have been a bit like a foreigner adjusting to a new society, but they were kind and I loved it. I had always liked girls, but not in the way I was expected to. I liked them even more now I was one of them!

While just being around was fabulous there were two particular experiences.

On the first night they took me to the disco at the union. There weren't that many students because of the week, but there were enough to give an atmosphere. I was loaned a handbag. As Sandra explained, students didn't need one during the day as they usually had a bag for their work, but you had to have one for situations like this.

I danced so happily with the girls (though not as well as them) and a few boys joined us that they knew. Nothing happened apart from a friendly nod as an introduction was shouted, and a couple actually danced with (i.e. in front of) me.

Near the end of the week, Sandra said she had a surprise for me. In the evening she suggested I put on a blue dress, quite frilly and feminine, to go out. I had flesh coloured tights. We went off campus to some private houses which were let as student flats. The door was answered by a good-looking black-haired young man, whom she introduced as her friend José. He had been born in Leicester, but his parents were Spanish. They kissed and she introduced me.

"This is Jady, my friend. So good of you to help us. As I told you, she's never given a handjob before, but she thinks she'd like to. We were talking about it earlier in the week, and now here she is."

"Lovely to meet you," said José, taking my hand, and continuing to hold it. "You're as pretty as Sandra said," he said gallantly, "and that's a nice dress."

"Hello," was all I could manage. For some reason I could not remember if she had said he was "my friend" or "my boyfriend" and was thinking about it, when she said handjob. Yes, we had been talking about it and she said it was fun, and it had sort of sounded good, and I may have said something, but...

"You don't have to," he said, bringing me back to earth.

"Of course," added Sandra. "But he's got a really nice cock."

"You haven't come today, have you?" she asked him.

"No," he said. "It's good and ready. And I do like you, Jady, so it would be nice."

It wasn't exactly a decision, but I said "OK," rather timidly.

"Delighted to hear it," he said with a big smile. (He was definitely handsome. Did he really like me or was he saying that? Did I really want to actually do it?)

"I'll get ready," he said ushering us into the living room. "There's an opened bottle of wine. Help yourself." He went into what must have been the bedroom.

Sandra poured us both a glass, and I drank mine quickly, feeling the rush.

He came back into the room, a healthy naked young man. Taller than me and fit. Not like a body-builder, maybe someone who does sport.

"What do you think of that then?" asked Sandra with a grin. "Any girl would be pleased to have a bit, don't you think?"

He came forward and stood in front of me. I suppose I was just like a girl in the same position. It was totally new to me to have a cock and balls in my face, slightly moving as he breathed. His cock looked huge, hanging down but not completely soft.

"Go on!" urged Sandra, taking my hand and putting it on his shaft. Tentatively I held it and he sighed. I was nervous, apprehension, but also fascinated by this piece of meat in my hand as I could feel it starting to swell and rise. I had to shift my hand position.

Gently, Sandra took my hand away and whispered "Let's go to the bedroom."

He turned and I saw his fine male figure stride away. I had never really looked at men's bums before, but thought that must be a good one.

In the bedroom he pulled aside the covers and lay on the sheets, smiling, his cock pointing up his tummy. Sandra opened a tube of some sort of jelly from the bedside table, and put a blob on my palm.

"Go on," she said. "Cocks don't bite! They're quite friendly, really."

I took the first step and the first stroke. Of course, I knew what to do, but to be doing it to someone else was strange. Yet it was also satisfying as the meat in my hand got so rigid, and his face and body responded to the pleasure.

"Take your time," whispered a voice behind me, and I slowed down a little. It was as she had told me, a feeling of power over the whole man in my hand, but at the same time a tender appreciation of the intense pleasure I was giving, signalled by his little sounds of "oh yes" and "oh, that's good" and how he was sometimes tensing, blushing and with his eyes closed.

He began to pant.

"Shoot it up his chest," advised the voice behind me. I held his lovely cock at about 45 degrees as I massaged it faster, which he seemed to want. Then he spurted again and again!

"Oh god!" he said, and I felt a feeling of triumph, while his tummy was pulsing and globs of spunk landed on his chest and throat.

He let out a big sigh and his body relaxed.

"Milk it," said the quiet voice behind me, and I encouraged the last drops out.

"You can let go now," she said, or I don't know how long I would have stood there.

He looked at me smiling.

"Thank you," he said. "That was really good! Sandra, you were right. She's a sexy thing all right."

I was still smiling ear to ear when I noticed something else: the tightness in my panties! Oh no! What kind of girl was I?

"Come and wash your hands," said Sandra, leading me away.

In the bathroom she whispered "It's all right that you got excited. I did, just watching. It wouldn't be sex if you didn't. It's meant to be fun, not a chore."

She thanked José for the wine and the use of his cock, and he said we would be most welcome for both at any time.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said as we walked back. "It's quite a good way of enjoying a boy. It's quick, and not messy for you, and no real risk. They like it and some girls like doing it. I hope you can find a few cocks to pull regularly."

When we got back the other girls were waiting in the kitchen with a bottle of fizzy wine, to congratulate me.

"Many happy returns!" said one.

They hugged me and said it had been nice getting to know me, and I was a lovely girl! I was in tears as I thanked them for their kindness.

Next morning, I woke as a girl, but had to change to get the coach.

I was really sorry to get back into my dull Jeremy clothes, but I had decided. I would tell my parents at Christmas.

I told Granny of my decision.

CHRISTMAS

Granny had volunteered to collect me from university for the holidays, as Dad was quite busy. We talked on the way home.

"Remember I've known your Mum all her life," she said with a smile.

"She loves you as I love her, whoever or whatever you are, and wants you most of all to be happy. Just be honest, and be yourself, and you can both take it from there. It will take your dad some getting used to, but he's a kind man, and loves you too. Just remember that."

I was wearing my soft bra which didn't really show under a loose shirt (actually a woman's, but it could be for a man). I had my jade necklace on, but it didn't show. I had chapstick on my lips, but no makeup. Inside I was a girl, and I had to be brave one.

Mum and Dad were pleased to see me, but looked a bit apprehensive. I must have shown my nervousness.

"Home for Christmas," said Dad. He wasn't very expressive.

Mum hugged me and kissed me.

"Welcome home, love. I've missed you; you know. Why don't you take your things upstairs, have a wash and change if you want to, and we'll have some tea? Then you can tell us all about what you've been up to."

Upstairs I went to my room, which was now pink.

It had been redecorated. My single bed had been replaced by a double bed with a pretty quilt. Hung on the front of the wardrobe was the green dress. Inside the wardrobe were some other girl's clothes, and there were panties and coloured socks and stockings in the drawer in place of my underpants and socks. There was makeup and hairspray and a large mirror. All my books were still there, on a new shelf.

Then I saw the sign "Welcome Home, Jady".

I went back downstairs and hugged and kissed all of them, and cried.

Dad handed me a cup of tea.

"Don't say anything just yet," said Mum. "Just have a cup of tea, get your breath back, then go and change. No hurry. A girl needs time, and I want to see my daughter at her best."

Dad spoke, breaking the spell a bit.

"The bed takes up a lot of room, but we've kept all your stuff if you want it. I was a bit of a struggle getting it in, but your mother thought you might like to..."

He stopped, frozen by Mum's glare.

I sipped my tea and then took it upstairs.

I showered with a shower cap, then put on makeup and brushed my hair a little. Behind the green dress was a rather pretty white lace bra in the right size. I was surprised to see it had sort of pockets in it with some foam inserts. There were matching panties, and some tights.

Downstairs for an emotional storm.

Me and Mum were happy crying as they said how much they loved me, and Mum was sorry it had taken all these years, and Dad said he was proud to have me as a daughter.

Granny stayed over on Christmas Eve, as she always did.

On Christmas Day I got a surprise. I opened a present to find a doll and her clothes!

"Sorry it's a bit late," said Mum. "Look what your dad's got out of the loft."

He and Granny were setting up my old train set.

Mum and Dad had said we weren't bothering with presents this year, so I had just got Mum her favourite perfume, since I knew she had run out. (Granny told me.)

Mum gave me a nice handbag.

Granny had got me a Hello Kitty rucksack for my books and notes.

Dad had bought me a red suspender belt, and several pairs of stockings: fishnet, black lace, white lace, red, and flesh coloured.

"He means well," whispered Mum.

Indeed, he was delighted when I came to the Christmas dinner in the green dress with red stockings, and gave everyone a flash of my suspenders.

"Very Christmassy!" said Granny.

(For my birthday he got me a black suspender set and some more stockings. For the next Christmas a green set. The green stockings actually went well with the green dress.)

They had got me a few items of clothing just to be going on with, but in January we were joined by Sandra and went to the sales with Mum.

The main thing was to get some regular clothes for a student.

However, the first thing was to an underwear shop, where I was measured for a bra and some control pants to reduce my bulge when necessary. We still had to take this into account in choosing clothes, so nothing too clingy and I did not really have the hips for many things, but some baggy trousers and top would do, as would a skirt over jeans for the winter, or a thick skirt and thick black tights.

For fun I had to have a minidress and a mini skirt, flared a bit like the green dress, and some nice tops. I could still wear some things like my hoodie.

Next day there were only two tasks: hair and shoes. After much discussion the hairdresser did what he liked which was not exactly what any of us had asked for, but was OK and I got used to it.

As a student, new trainers were all I needed in a nice colour, but Mum insisted I had to have some proper shoes for the evening, a pair with a bit of heel.

It was exhausting (and expensive for Mum), but still a great experience.

Granny offered to leave to make the spare bed available, but Sandra said she was happy to sleep with me. It seemed a bit like children staying up as we lay chatting in our nighties, but I was happy with my best friend and she said the same. Waking during the night and seeing her asleep all relaxed on the pillow I knew I loved her.

I was annoyed in the morning when she hugged me and I felt my treacherous cock between us. I didn't want a cock, or at least to be able to forget it, so I could just be a girl.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "I'll take care of it."

She went down and wanked it carefully, wetting it with her mouth and finally swallowing all the spunk so that we could keep quiet. It was strange having all that pleasure and being annoyed at myself. I tried to apologise, but she shushed me.

"I told you it doesn't matter. You're still my beautiful Jady. You're a girl and I love you as a girl."

I understood.

"I'm the girl you made me, and I love you for it."

She stayed another night and my cock pretended it didn't exist and I was happy.